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I’ve begun physical therapy to get my right arm moving again following surgery to repair a torn rotator tendon. It’s slow work, sometimes boring and sometimes painful, but with each session I can see my range of motion increasing. One of the keys to success is handing over control to someone else, and that’s something I’m not very good at.
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I awoke Ash Wednesday morning to a text from my mother that said: “March 2, 1962. 60 years ago today” – with a birthday cake emoji. It was a reminder that it was my sister Martha’s birthday. We lost Martha in April 1971 after an Easter week car crash. She was just nine years old. I texted back. “Thanks for the reminder. I’m embarrassed that I probably would have totally forgotten.”
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It was good to be back at church on Sunday, and as expected, along with the well wishes and commiserations about having my arm in a sling, a few people asked how I injured myself. The answer is I didn’t; a bone spur tore my rotator tendon. I had surgery to remove the spur and stitch the tendon.
“Just one of the joys of getting older,” I said.
“And what caused the bone spur in your shoulder?”
“A lifetime of shrugging.”
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